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It had been so bright, and cheerful, and warm in the
drawing-room at Grey's Park, and here all was cold, and cheerless, and
dark, as she went into the house with a vague presentiment of the horror
awaiting her.
Entering through the wood-shed she stumbled upon Sam, who was sitting on
a pile of wood, and who said to her:
"I guess your father is mighty bad. I didn't go near him till I heard
him groaning and praying, and taking on so, that I opened the door and
asked if he wanted anything. Then he jumped out of bed and told me to be
gone, spying on him, and he locked the door on me, and I heard him as
if he was under the bed trying to tear up the floor, and I ran out here,
for I was afraid."
"Under the bed!" Hannah repeated, while a cold sweat oozed from every
pore. "He must be crazy! But do not come with me to his room; it would
make him worse. I can manage him alone; but please make a fire in the
summer kitchen and stay there this evening. Father seems to know when
any one is in the next room and it troubles him.


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